The living room smelled faintly of spilled milk and lentals, a battlefield strewn with plush toys and board books. Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, casting stripes across the carpet where Creighton and Sawyer sat, their chubby legs splayed like fallen soldiers. At 15 and 14 months, they were […]Read more »
Robert Wimer
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Commander Torren Vex stood on the bridge of the Vindicator, his hands clasped behind his back, the cold steel of the deck vibrating faintly beneath his boots. The Star Destroyer hung in orbit above Korrith, a desert world of cracked dunes and whispering winds, its surface a dull amber smear […]Read more »
Darth Kael stood amidst Mustafar’s ash-choked ruin, the ground trembling beneath his boots. Volcanic wind clawed at his cloak as he glared at the drone—sleek, relentless, its hull glinting like a traitor’s blade. Another relic of the Empire’s failed alliance with the Borg. He’d trusted once. Never again. Lightning forked […]Read more »
Trooper CT-492 stood rigid on the Outer Rim outpost, dust swirling around his boots. His helmet comms crackled—routine static from the sandstorms—until a voice cut through, cold and mechanical. “We are the Borg.” His breath hitched. The words hung, then drowned in a hiss of white noise. He tapped the […]Read more »